I Never Heard the Flowers Cry (Silence – Acrostic)
Solemnly the roses wept, when I mirrored their crimson hue. Low, the bonnets held their heads, each shedding tears of blue. Never I heard the...
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the sweater
i found your sweater today the one you gave me because you decided i was cold i was not cold just tired tired of being...
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Paint me!
Paint me! Yes! please Paint me into time indefinite itself! with umber for my searching, eager eyes of love and pain titanium white, yellow ochre...
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Ecstasy and agony
I don’t often pair music with my pieces, but I felt this was worth sharing (even though I really don’t like the cover pic of...
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Venit Vidit Vicit – The Greatest Hubris Strengthening Hyperbole by The Greatest Self-Assured Literary Legend?
v e n i t And so, as I face the final curtain… I wish for my hyperbolic musings on stonework etchings on a wall...
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spin me a tale
spin me a tale (of blood and more) a tale of sin (of pain and gore) of sin regale(introspect) regale a tale(retrospect) a tale to...
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cement and honey
my heart fills up backwards with cement and horseflies no blood no more and i’m being eaten alive once upon a morning i thought i’d...
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these suburban woods
sleep sweetly my young friend tomorrow is a new day we roll around and sweat it out until the sun has set we are now...
